Bad VacationA Story by Steve KittellA rhyming tale of a vacation we've all hadVacations soon and I can’t
wait. On the calendar mark the
date. Planning and dreaming all
long year. Soon our vacation will be
here.
I started to pack weeks
before. A few clothes and toys
galore. I need a lot for our long
stay. But mom repacks it anyway.
Alarm didn't work, taxi
was late. With seconds left we made
the gate. Sat in the plane with no
fresh air. Waiting for bad weather to
clear.
Hours wasted then off we
fly. Wings wobble, we bounce in
gray sky. Black night rain, runway
wet and slick. Vacation starts, we all
get sick.
We landed late our luggage
not there. Just full of clothes, I didn't care. Late night taxi cost us
double. Big tip needed for his
trouble.
Get to our rooms, sun
starts to rise. Daylight’s wasted with
closed eyes. Day one of vacation’s now
done. Hope the next six will be
more fun.
But first a shower then
some rest. Than out for breakfast
that’ll be best. Eggs and juice, toast with
warm butter. Opened the door our hearts
flutter.
Toilets broke no shower at
all. A sign on door said tub
down hall. Beds were unmade, hot
water cool. Mom’s mad, dad joked about
the pool.
We went to the lobby to
protest. Stood in the line with all
the rest. The man at the desk did
all he could. Some of the guests didn't treat him good.
Threw down his pen, could
take no more. Grunting and shouting ran
for the door. Hotel closed he said
running out. Where would we go, where
would we stay? Yet another bad vacation
day. We found a place, it
wasn’t cheap. But we needed a place to
sleep.
Cramped and dark but at
least clean. The tiniest bathroom I’d
ever seen. Just two beds, no TV at
all. One small window looked at
a wall.
Settling in to rest our
eyes. Then off to lunch in clear
blue skies. But halfway there it
starts to rain. My jackets gone, left on
the plane.
We ran fast to a place
nearby. Sitting soaked on stools too
high. Fish only menu, not for me.
Hours passed drinking pop,
refills free.
Bellies bloated, day spent. The sun came out and down
it went. Saw a movie we saw before. Back to our rooms, locked
the door.
Much the same the rest of
the week. Sun came out once, we
caught a peek. Went to the beach, waters
to cold. A bad vacation, getting
old.
Good news came later that week Luggage found but in Chesapeake. Put back on plane, soon to
leave there. They’ll be back late, we
won’t be here.
Trip soon over saw a new
place. Lots of ant bites, rash on
my face. Dad lost his watch, mom
caught a bug. Stuffed plastic bags with things
to lug.
Our ride to the airport,
not much fun. Stuck in traffic in the
noon day sun. Bad vacation was had this
year. Being home soon is all I
care.
One good thing of a trip
gone bad. Is getting home and being
glad. Vacations done, better
next year. The End sck082314dft
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StatsAuthorSteve KittellIn the shadow of Windmill Cottage, East Greenwich, RIAboutHaving suffered almost fifty years of writers block I'm back, picking up exactly where I left off, as a mischievous five year old. Current chidren's poems can be seen at: http://www.childrens-stori.. more..Writing
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